Yan Gidan Haya Part 1 Complete Hausa Novel

Unexpected Guest
 
It was around 10 PM. Despite the late hour, the quiet night in Kano gave way to the sudden sound of a door knock. Binta sat up, startled. Her husband was not around—he had traveled that morning. She hadn’t expected any visitors.
 
“Who’s there?” she asked nervously.
 
“It’s me, Mansur,” came the reply.
 
Binta’s heart raced. Mansur was her cousin-in-law—her husband’s nephew—and a student at Bayero University. He often visited, but not at such an hour.
 
“It’s late, Mansur,” she said hesitantly.
 
“I know. I missed my bus. Please, Aunty, open the door. I’m stranded.”
 
Her conscience wouldn’t let her leave him outside. She opened the door. There stood Mansur, dusty and tired from the road. She moved aside to let him in.
 
“Thank you, Aunty,” he said softly, placing his bag near the wall.
 
Late-Night Tension
 
After offering him water and checking if he had eaten, she set a small meal for him. He ate quietly while she cleaned up. Then came the awkward silence. She handed him a wrapper and said, “You’ll sleep in the sitting room.”
 
He nodded. “Yes, Aunty.”
 
She went into her room, closed the door, and tried to sleep—but her heart wouldn’t rest. Something about Mansur’s presence unsettled her.
 
Meanwhile, Mansur lay awake too. His thoughts wandered. He admired Binta—her looks, her grace. But she was married—his uncle’s wife.
 
As the clock ticked past midnight, a gentle knock on her door startled her again.
 
“Yes?” she asked.
 
“I can’t sleep, Aunty. There are too many mosquitoes.”
 
She sighed. “Take the other wrapper and cover yourself well.”
 
After a while, silence returned. But Binta felt something was not right. She didn’t know if it was fear, guilt, or temptation crawling under her skin.
 
The Line Between Right and Wrong
 
Mansur wrestled with his conscience. He respected his uncle, but emotions clouded his judgment. The quiet house, the dim lights, the loneliness—they created a dangerous setting.
 
Suddenly, Binta heard movement near her door again. She stood up and locked it. She couldn’t take any chances. Her marriage might not be perfect, but she had vowed loyalty.
 
She stayed awake till dawn, praying, asking for forgiveness—for the thoughts she dared not confess.
 
Morning Clarity
 
By morning, everything felt different. The awkward tension still lingered. She knocked on the door to wake Mansur.
 
“Get up, you have to return to school early,” she said curtly.
 
He got up, avoiding eye contact.
 
“Thank you for the food and shelter,” he mumbled.
 
“You’re welcome,” she replied, without a smile.
 
She handed him transport fare, and he left.
 
A Lesson in Boundaries
 
That day, Binta sat down, reflecting. She had faced temptation and survived it. But she knew things could have gone differently. The boundaries between family, trust, and loyalty were fragile.
 
She made a decision. She would tell her husband about the visit—not everything, but just enough to ensure it never repeated.
 
As for Mansur, he returned to campus, battling guilt. He had crossed a line in his heart, even if not in action.